(Alrighty everbody, I give you the Medieval roleplay! *standing ovation and joyous yelling at a young man bowing humbly* Like msot rolepalys, if you want to say soemthign that is not part of the roleplay it must be surrounded by brackets. Otherwise the reponse to a person's tear jerking speech about the death of his family would be "lolz I love making my character feel. Of course we don't try do that...most of the time)

Caltha, the city of the world. Situated in the borders of Imperia and Nippon, there was no clear ruler to the land, only that it was a land ruled by a mix of peoples. People from the very Lands of the west, Imperia, Le Rouges Chevalier and Woaden to the far east such as Nippon and The Sun Empire to the Nothern people of Tungstein and Kislev to even the dark skinned people of the South called this place their home. It was so culturally diverse it had no enemies, as no one had the notion or reason to attack it. The Year was 1482, the rise of gunpowder, the golden age of culture and the day the city erupted into chaos and violence. It started out like a normal day, the people of the town in heart celebration for the coming of the King of Imperia.

Alaric Von Krieger cursed as another group of dark skinned children ran past him, getting dirt onto hsi bear fur robe. "Bloody dark skins," he muttered under his breath. He continued his trek down the bustling streets of Caltha, cluttered with numerous vendors selling a variety of goods. Alaric shook his head at a Rouge Chevaliers(Le Rouge) salesman who tried to sell him a brown mare. He felt pity on the mare as it was tied up in a small crowded area, it's fur matted with dust and mud.

Alaric breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the "Bloody Baron" his favourite bar in the entire city. He sat down on a wooden stool, tapping on the dusty bar to grab the bartenders attention. He turned his head and rasied his eyebrows at a man in a dark black hood, his eyes hidden by darkness and his feet placed on top of a table. Although he would soon recognize the symbol on the man's cheek, at the moment the bloody talon meant as much to him as the life of the slow barkeeper. "Hurry the hell up you blasted oaf! Can't you see I'm an old man with not many years to live! That beer better be here before I'm dead or I'll haunt you until the next life!" The barman jumped to his feet and opened the barrel of beer, quickly handing it to the grumpy old man.

Ember snuck through the streets, staring in wonder at the stalls around her. It was amazing! She loved being able to walk around and not be bowed to or scolded like at home. Her hood was up, shielding her bright hair that would give away her identity. People passed her obliviously.

She was here with her father and uncle, visiting the beautiful city. While they greeted townspeople and went through services and other things, she snuck off to explore. Her horrid green dress was back in her room, while she wore pants and a shirt. If her father ever found her she'd be in trouble. Hey, at least I brought my dagger with me. He worries too much. She thought. She then cleared her thoughts and resumed looking around.

Ashtoreth watched the girl with an amused expression as she darted in and out of the stalls, staring like a moonstruck calf at anything that moved.

He was leaning against the back of a wool merchant's cart, his quiver of arrows at his hip and his bow slung nonchalantly across his shoulder. He was bored, having spent the day skulking around the streets looking for potential employers, and was now more than happy to simply sit back and watch life go by for a while. Yawning widely, Ashtoreth shifted his position on the wall, trying to get his face out of the sun. He wasn't used to this much sunlight, his home in Woaden was a much darker, damper place than the sunny Caltha. None the less, if he had to stay here then stay here he would.

"I feel naked..." Mumbled Kozuki to himself as he weaved through the crowd as if a thread through a needle. Being in Caltha meant his weapons had to be small and concealed and he wasn't appreciating hiding a spike in his uncomfortable leather bracer, "Baka western clothes." He cursed, pulling the straw hat over his face. Quickly his ears pricked as the name Alaric Von Krieger resonated through the crowd. He smiled to himself and began to walk towards the Bloody Barron, "I hope Jiji's okay..." He fretted, entering through the red doors of the bar.

Jasminne entered the city on horseback. She was dressed as a maidservant, and her maidservant and best friend Giselle was dressed as her. This was how it happened when they went to a large event. Or at least ever since the last battle. The one where her brother died. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to welcome the King of Imperia. But she had to. As future queen, she had to keep the peace between the two countries. She had to befriend the king, queen, the two princesses and the prince. The prince who they were trying to match her with. A marriage was expected, but Jasminne knew that it wouldn't happen. She would not marry him even if it was the greatest insult. She would only marry for love. So, as the horses hooves clip clopped, and as she rode through the gates of Caltha, Jasminne decided that as soon as she met this prince she would hate him. She wouldn't give him a chance to speak before she made it obvious and with that, he wouldn't want to marry her and the matter would be settled.

Having swiftly grown bored of the wool cart, Ashtoreth had wandered off to explore the city again. Perhaps if he could find a good tavern or something then life wouldn't be so dull. Still daydreaming, Ashtoreth didn't notice the woman on horseback until she was almost on top of him. Yelling curses, he dived out of the way just as the creature's hooves nearly squashed his feet:

"Look where you're going you stuck-up imbecile, you nearly flattened me there!" he yelled, glaring viciously at the woman.

(Oh ahah I thought Jiji was a person... Oh and Spook almost got run over...hee hee)

Alaric placed his mug down and stared at the easterner in a straw hat making hsi way inside. How he knew he was an easterner? His clothes and the way he walked gave it away. Alaric wiped his mouth before leting hsi left hand drop to the handle of his blade. He fondled it for a bit, staring at the Eastern man. "You try anything funny slanty eyes and I 'vill drop you like a dog." Alaric silently swore.

Kozuki was certain Alairic hadn't recognized him, except for his nationality, he'd had the usual reaction there. He chose to be brave and took the vacant seat beside him, ordering sake and addressing the bartender directly, "You haven't seen my Jiji have you?" He smirked, waiting for the old man to slap him in the back of the head.

"Vot?" Alaric questioned the strangely brave easterner. "Vat sorry, vat are you talking about? Who is this jiji?" Suddenly Alaric stood up, waving his fist at the man. "You insulting me in your tounge easternern whippersnap?!" Alaric tried to look as intimidating as he could, however it was hard when you almost burst into laughing yourself, after saying "whippersnap."

Kozuki rose from his seat, unfastening the straw hat to reveal his midnight hair and multi-coloured braid, "Come on Jiji, surely you remember me?" He smiled, looking up at the old man who seemed to be slowly recognizing him.

"Look where you're going you stuck-up imbecile, you nearly flattened me there!"Jasminne, who was farthest away, was stunned that someone could talk to a royal like that. Even if it was an impersonator. "If you wern't in my way, andouille, then you wouldn't have nearly been squashed." Giselle was always better at having a haughty air then Jasminne was. She almost always laughed at their faces when they didn't understand the insult. Much like this man. Fortunately she was too shocked to laugh. "Giselle tu ne peut pas dire choses comme ça! Tu auras été assassiné!" "Oui, madamoiselle. Je présente mes excuses. Cela n'arrivera pas encore." Then they burst into hysterics and rode right into the heart of the festival.

Ember had been darting around, looking for something she wanted, when she heard the commotion around the horse. Turning, she saw a royal and her escort, walking away from a furious man. She quickly darted over, wanting to see what was wrong. Soon she stood in front of the man.

"Hello! Please, don't mind them. It wouldn't do to get her angry. My name's Ember. Yours?"

"Vat the hell are you talking about?!" Alaric growled at the overly-confident boy. His hair was in no way familiar to him, he only knew that this boy was an easterner, and a cocky one at that. Alaric glanced at the door for a moment, noticing an argument between to ladies as they passed by on horseback. "Le Rouge Chevaliers," Alaric said silently. "Even the Rouge are here, a large group of people gathered in one palce to see the King of Imperia. If I didn't know any better I'd say...."

Suddenly he stopped, his eyes widening at the sight of the cloaked assasin quickly exititing the bar. Now maybe it was his years of comabt and ambush experience, or his overactive and senile mind but this large gathering of people would be prime targets for a sneak attack. Then it hit him. The Bloody Talon on the man's face was an insignia for a notorius rebel army from northern Nippon. He growled at Kozuki before pinning him to the bar "It's a trap! You and your friends think your clever easterner but I'm onto you!"

Kozuki rolled his eyes, pushing the old man who'd known him since birth off of him and sighing, "Koumendi." he apologised, bowing, paying his tab and leaving the bar and Alaric to drown in their senile sorrows.

((Translation: "It can't be her. No royal would dress like that." "It is her Giselle! I remember seeing her at the last banquet my father held. Her father was furious at her for dressing like a commonor. Not to mention like a man." "Giselle, come on. We can't let her know that we know who she is."

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